My favorite shot didn’t make it onto the Millay Colony website, so I’m posting it here for posterity.
I had no idea what to expect when i picked this up from the library today, but I’m mesmerized. One thing I wanted to point out, though, comes from the back cover:
All the praise, of course, is well deserved, but that Kirkus quote just bums me out. The simpler reason is this thought experiment: try replacing “black” or “gay” with “white” and “straight” and see how absurd the sentence sounds. But what’s even more frustrating is the implication that one’s writing about blackness, gayness and smartness somehow amounts to less than writing about being human. Als’ work strikes me as an act of tremendous bravery and honesty and it deserves better from that at best accidentally racist caveat printed on the back cover.
More and more I hate the men and women who cling to youth’s helplessness. Clinging to youth is understandable. Shooting your forehead with botulism can look lovely, or at least help maintain your place in ageist capitalism. But why hang on to that know-nothing, white-girl vulnerability? Staying alive has power. The years should give you competence and toughness along with the battle scars. You’ve survived. Fuck anyone who would keep life’s beauty from your grasp.